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Writer's picture: Jeb BrackJeb Brack

Detective Bloch pulled up the surveillance video. While he scrolled through it, he asked if Studs Fedora saw anything new, but he didn't...until he did. There it was, in all its grainy monochrome glory: a darkened street, Studs himself talking with Bricks Bennett, and then two familiar faces leaving the hotel where Merton Lotts lay dead. In that one image, Studs saw everything.


 
 
 
Writer's picture: Jeb BrackJeb Brack

The next day when Cara went out, Studs Fedora did too. He eased gingerly into his suit and made his way to one of his least favorite places. Studs saw himself reflected in the mirrored sunglasses of the patrolman leaving the station, and he paused to get his head on straight. Then he took a deep breath, went inside, and asked to see a detective.

 
 
 
JEB
BRACK

The Brack of All Trades

 

​I'm a freelance writer and editor.  I'm a podcaster.  I'm an artist and a magician and a game master.  If you need help with any of these things, send me a message.  If this is an emergency, then what are you doing reading my website?  Unless you need an emergency magic show or something...

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